His Mafia Prince
Chapter 91: Deny. Deny. Deny.

Chapter 91: Deny. Deny. Deny.

(ARLO)

"Meaning what? You still plan to torture me anyway, you’re still holding the cattle prod."

"Yes, but I’ll avoid your balls for now if you’re nice and cooperative."

"How about you avoid them altogether?" He asks then swallows loudly.

"Sorry, but I know you’re not gonna want to talk. You’ve tortured thousands of men over the years, you know how this works. We both know that teasing a man’s junk is an ideal ice breaker."

"If you think that I’m going to tell you anything that could hurt Sasha’s family then just know that I won’t. You can zap my balls however long you want. I’m not talking."

"Good for you. We’ll see about that soon enough. Now turn."

He looks obstinate as a muscle works on his cheek. He hesitates for a moment but finally turns."

Even though I’m relieved that I finally got him to comply, I do my best to not show him that. Regardless of my attitude, I have to admit it is fun going head-to-head with Miles. I drop the flashlight near the floor and tuck the cattle prod under my arm then lurch forward quickly to cuff him. I’m glad to have thought ahead and gone for the big cuffs because his hands are thick and muscular. The normal cuffs wouldn’t have fit him.

I take a step back then he turns to face me.

The flashlight’s yellow light bounces on the wall and I can see the outline of his hard-on through his slacks.

The minute I learn of his erection, my body begins to react weirdly. I’m not sure what to feel. I’m vaguely flattered that my being in his proximity turns him on, but it pisses me that I too sport the woody. We both are kinky fucks and I want to pretend that he’s the only one getting the weird reactions he is getting. But then I’d be lying.

The truth is I have to control the urge to move closer to him. I want his full lips on mine again. I want his tongue inside my mouth. I want to suck it so hard that by the time I return it to him, it will be laced with just my DNA. The much that I feel hot and shaky with need is humiliating. Bewildering even. Why the hell are we this aroused with each other? It’s been like this since we met. I have never experienced something like this, and I’d love to know if this is just some primitive omega thing.

Whatever these feelings are I loathe them. My own arousal frustrates me. I jab the cattle prod onto his stomach and not expecting it, he cries and falls to his knees. He coughs and breathes hard as he pants as he hangs his head down. Still angry at how his reaction is affecting me, I jab the prod at his core again. He doesn’t cry because I didn’t catch him off guard this time. He grunts, and his whole body shudders, but he shows no sign of weakness.

The way he is stoic angers me even more and I shock him half a dozen more times. I don’t stop until he is lying down on the ground like some broken doll. He then groans and tries to roll on his stomach but I stop him with my foot. Now that his hands are cuffed to the back, I don’t feel as intimidated getting close to him. I know I’m fairly safe.

It surprises us both when I straddle his thighs. His body trembles and his eyes are shut.

"Bringing you to your knees is mad fun," I whisper. "I like seeing you in pain."

He opens his eyes and groans. "You sick little fuck."

I grin. "I know, it’s my charm."

"Fuck you, Arlo." He seethes. "Fuck you and the entire Sovereign Ring syndicate."

"Oh yeah?" I jab the rod under his arm and he lets out an angry roar. His body trembles and the muscles on his thigh are hard as steel. His dick is tenting on his slacks and mine is rock hard in my pants. Does he like this stuff? Does it turn him on? Is he getting off on the pain?

He breathes hard and our gaze locks. "Sasha went easy on your family. He was too lenient on you, and your thief father."

The mention of my father makes me furious and I jab the cattle prod again at him angrily. "You like this, Miles? Huh? Keep talking about my father. Keep talking about my fucking father. I can do this all day you know."

I stick the prod on him again and he arches his back, head low. Thick veins bulge at the side of his throat. My mouth waters because I’d like to run my tongue over the bulge. It then dawns on me that I’m fucking nutcase. I’ve never been into this kind of thing, but the way he squirms under me makes me want to burst. I can’t hold back any longer, so I rub my palm over his bulging crotch."

"I thought you were going to avoid my balls." He rumbles as his body shudders.

"Well," I hesitate, "they’re right here."

He suddenly jolts his hips up and I’m startled. I fall onto his wide chest and he clamps his legs around my calves. I tilt forward and only balance on my knees. Our faces are mere inches apart. This position excites me and horrifies me at the same time. I gaze into his cold dark eyes, and the lust and danger that I see swirling in them is exhilarating.

I need to stop and think quickly because in this position, he could easily turn me over and I’ll be the one begging at his mercy.

"Get your legs off me, Miles," I demand coldly. My grip on the device becomes tighter but instead, he looks smug. Unbothered. And it worries me. Why the fuck does he look that calm when I’m the one with the weapon in my hand?

"You’re gonna pretend you don’t want me, Arlo? You know you do."

I’m sure that in this position, it is impossible for him to not feel my erection. Even so, my pride still dictates and I deny my desires.

Deny. Deny. Deny.

"What I want is for you to let me go." My voice is hoarse. I hope he doesn’t notice that.

His lips curl and he smiles derisively. "Liar." He thrusts against me slowly and an embarrassing whimper escapes my lips. He moves so sensually. Seductively. "Undo my slacks, Arlo. Ride me." He says, his eyes glittery with immense lust.

The much that I want to obey him and do as he says shocks me. I grit my teeth. I’m sickened by how much I’d love to take him up on his offer.

The fucker is my captive. He is cuffed on his back in my cellar. Yet his smile is cocky. Assured. This bastard seriously thinks he has the upper hand. He isn’t entirely wrong either. We both want each other and I’m tempted to give him what he wants.

The only defence I have against the lust that’s thoroughly eating away at me is cruelty. So I jab the cattle prod at his throat again. It is then that his legs release me. He roars in pain. I scramble off of him and retreat up the cellar stairs without looking back. It is only when I am out of the cellar and I’ve slammed the door shut do I calm down.

My heart pounds and I lean on the wall as I slowly slump to the floor. My face is shiny with sweat and I can barely keep my breathing in check. Something weird is going on between us and I’m not careful enough, Miles might take the upper hand and will likely be the one running the show.

And I can’t have that.

I owe it to my father to destroy the Triple Triad Syndicate. To do that, I’m gonna kill Miles while Sasha watches. Then I’ll brutally murder Sasha Adonis and then I’ll take back everything he took from the Sovereign Ring syndicate. I don’t just want the little my father wanted, I want it all. I’ll soon run this city and erase the name Adonis from people’s memories.

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